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-- Don't think you can fool me, demon, -- Leroy said with disgust. -- Maybe you fooled the locals, but I know what you are and what fate you deserve.
After collecting his reward and looking at the next battle, Leroy went to rest. Tomorrow's battle will be difficult.
After the arena battle, Etal had a little time before work, so he went to his room, where he met Emilia, who was getting ready. If the demon hadn't walked in at the moment she was standing naked, he might not have noticed the new bruises on his companion.
- Did you kick some bandits' asses, or are these just your usual adventures?
- Oh, it was just a wonderful day! And how about you, did you manage to lose the battle disgracefully, or did another miracle happen?
The demon snorted contemptuously.
- You know, as I was walking here, I was thinking about how I would take revenge on you for not coming to cheer me on and for ruining my mood with that idiot, but somehow I don't feel like it anymore.
- You don't want to please me? - Emilia pouted. After that, she reached out to him in a familiar way to feel the familiar bulge. - Who are you kidding? Maybe I should leave and let you be alone with your thoughts?
- I hate it!
With these words, the demon roughly pushed his companion down and began to tie her to the bed. She didn't resist much; she didn't like to lie and pretend that she "didn't want it," after which Etal showed his companion that he was no worse than a blacksmith. And in some ways, even better, because he knew some of her weaknesses. Finally, the demon poured all his anger on his mistress, after which he untied her, waited for her to get ready, and then escorted her to work.
Etal was always amazed by Emilia's ability to choose clothes and makeup to completely hide the traces of her escapades. Are all women such masters of stealth? However, he was happy with the way things were.
